For as long as he can remember, the chase has been going on for quite some time. It seems that the woman is running forever and that he is also running after her for eternity. In the darkness, her slim figure is quite difficult to separate from this awful surrounding. If I could just have some more lighting and see clearly; this chase would have been over.
But why is he after her?
For some inexplicable reason, he could just not explain why he is pursuing her. Just when he thinks that she is already in his clutches she runs faster and this very humid weather is hampering his breathing.
In the middle of the run, in the middle of the chase- he is losing steam. The object of the hunt is quite slow and clumsy. He knows that he could easily catch her but for some baffling reason: circumstances are conspiring to prevent this easy chase.
Before, in the beginning of the hunt, he could have easily caught her. But for some unknown reason, something and someone was preventing him from having an easy hunt. It was simply puzzling; who was preventing him? There is no one here. In this vast tract of darkness where light is just simply over the horizon, all of his attention is on the woman. And yet, some unseen hand released the woman first and the same hand is holding him back.
It is giving her an undue advantage. Is this a race or a hunt? The instruction is not clear but he is certain that things will figure itself and will be sorted by its own flow.
Just when she is almost out of his sight, the force that was holding him back finally released him. And he just noticed that he could run faster than the prey, within a couple of easy stride, the distance was slowly closed. With a couple more of easy stride she would be in my clutches, he said. Then without any warning, his feet were lifted off the ground and he suddenly noticed that he could fly. He looked behind him and there it is...
A pair of powerful wings. "I don't need to outrun this woman. All I need to do is to simply flap my wings and the chase would be over. Maybe, just maybe, I could prolong this hunt. With these powerful wings, I could play with the prey". Why end an easy race? Perhaps, I could let her tire herself and when she is tired, when she least expects it, then I would come.
And so, instead of ending this silly race, he plays with the woman. If you know the terror of someone or something that is about to catch you and yet when you look back, there is nothing there. The same trick is being played on the woman.
After some time, just when the onset of boredom starts to creep in, he finally decided to swoop down and finally capture the prey. And so, he flew high exacting high altitude and acquired a majestic latitude in swooping down on the woman. However, just when he is about to give her an embrace that she will never forget, the woman tripped with her own clumsy feet causing her to fall forward just when he is about to get her.
On his first and only attempt, he failed and he couldn't believe it. This clumsy woman is getting the better out of me. "I will fail no more and end this silly chase". He swooped back and tried to leverage his flying. The woman however is nowhere to be found. It seems that has she vanished out of thin air. He started to curse the darkness and noticed the thin air that is surrounding his very wings. To his amazement, he is running out of breath. He needs to rest. And so, the chase was postponed for a while and landed softly on the ground.
After an eternity, he feels that he is now ready to resume the chase. Surely, the woman is not that far. With his wings and lungs fully rested. He could easily resume the hunt and this time, he promised to himself to immediately go for the jugular and finish the woman right away.
The hunt was on, and he sees that there is a withered tree. Against the backlight on the horizon, the woman is foolishly climbing the tree. Almost at the top, the woman is heavily breathing and most certainly is also trying to catch her breath.
This will be easy.
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